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Cassidee Williams was a poor lamb, a 16-year-old girl whose parents had just died in a car accident. That was what everyone knew, what everyone was saying about her. That is, everyone back in her home town. Blissfully, she was away from all of that now, in the terminal of an airport that she had never seen in a city she had never been...about to meet a man she had never even hard of before until a few days ago at the reading of her parents' will. The man reading it had frowned, upon realizing there was no provision for who would take care of the young woman who was sitting in the room surrounded by family friends. The will was short, mostly that all assets would go in a trust fund to Cass. There was really nothing else.
Cass wasn't surprised. She didn't have much family other than her mother and father. She knew she had grandparents, somewhere, but had never really heard of them. She didn't know this man, her grandfather, had existed until her temporary guardian had found him through some quick research. So, that was the deal then. She would be shipped to a new place with someone who was supposedly family. She bit her lip as she exited the airplane and started toward baggage check. All of her other things would be shipped to her - her bedding, books, the rest of her clothes. Most of her parents things were put into storage to be held for her later. So, all she had was her purse, her carry-on with a few books and necessities, and her one bag with enough clothing to get her by for a few weeks. She felt wretched in the clothes she was wearing - skinny jeans, boots, a sweater - as she had been wearing them on the plane. Somehow planes always made you feel dirty.
Her eyes scanned the terminal and she walked toward baggage claim and her fingers tore at the wings the captain had given her as well as the sticker form "unaccompanied minor" on her chest. She grabbed her bag, a massive floral box with two wheels, and went toward the "ARRIVALS" sign. She had no idea what he would look like. Maybe like her? She had auburn hair, freckles. She was short, though, and suspected he would be tall. Maybe with green eyes like her or blue eyes like her mother? He was her mother's father. She had never spoken about him and Cass had never really thought to ask. Now she wish she would have. But she wished so many things. She scanned the crowd, friends welcoming friends, strangers moving toward their cabs, family members hugging. She really had no idea what to expect.
Cass wasn't surprised. She didn't have much family other than her mother and father. She knew she had grandparents, somewhere, but had never really heard of them. She didn't know this man, her grandfather, had existed until her temporary guardian had found him through some quick research. So, that was the deal then. She would be shipped to a new place with someone who was supposedly family. She bit her lip as she exited the airplane and started toward baggage check. All of her other things would be shipped to her - her bedding, books, the rest of her clothes. Most of her parents things were put into storage to be held for her later. So, all she had was her purse, her carry-on with a few books and necessities, and her one bag with enough clothing to get her by for a few weeks. She felt wretched in the clothes she was wearing - skinny jeans, boots, a sweater - as she had been wearing them on the plane. Somehow planes always made you feel dirty.
Her eyes scanned the terminal and she walked toward baggage claim and her fingers tore at the wings the captain had given her as well as the sticker form "unaccompanied minor" on her chest. She grabbed her bag, a massive floral box with two wheels, and went toward the "ARRIVALS" sign. She had no idea what he would look like. Maybe like her? She had auburn hair, freckles. She was short, though, and suspected he would be tall. Maybe with green eyes like her or blue eyes like her mother? He was her mother's father. She had never spoken about him and Cass had never really thought to ask. Now she wish she would have. But she wished so many things. She scanned the crowd, friends welcoming friends, strangers moving toward their cabs, family members hugging. She really had no idea what to expect.